Considerations:

She was right and I was an ass.

I apologized without adding anything (e.g., "what I meant...")

We are students in the same how to teach English class and may need to work together again.

I am 55 in the context of whatever safe space her young side of 20-something butt has is in part thanks to the efforts of my generation, which lacked safe spaces altogether.

Okay except in the context of everywhere was safe for white people.

Key point to me is that we'll need to work together again.

Question: how does she get to "I can't even with you" ? The rest of the day? End of the week?

Anyone else over there?

Also, I'm justalurkr on tumblr, too.

Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

My conclusion: there be treason in progress because cooperation in suborning a national election to advance the political and economic interests of a foreign power sounds like "adhering to" or at least "providing aid," right?

Wrong, according to internet sources, not all of which are to the right. The United States is not in a state of war with the Russian Federation, so Russia is not technically an enemy of America.

First: I sense an area of cooperation between Freedom Caucus Republicans and pretty much any congress critter who supports Russian sanctions if a formal declaration of war is all that stands between the White House and treason charges, because Russia is sure as hell Not Our Friend.

Second: new round of research on how many Americans have been hung out to dry for treason during the Cold War, which was not any kind of formally declared affair.

First attracted by the fact it had more food from more places than GrubHub, I became an Uber Eats enthusiast because you can watch your courier get so very lost on the little map and call them back when they start to reverse down your street.

How Not to Have Sex with a Woman Whilst Eating Includes protractor instructions! Because America's esteemed Vice President needs some help.

Sweet young thing: (prolonged apologia for why there isn't a corruption problem in Russia just because the West says there is)
Me: Starting from "the Russian oligarchs began life as the Russian Mafiya," rethink the history of the Russian Federation since 1989 and get back to me.
Sweet young thing: (sputters)
Me: Also, get off of my lawn.

If Russia interfered with the Republican primaries, NOW we have problems?

Me: (pro-vax rant)
Me: (paid for own shingles shot before insurance would cover it rant rant rant GO VAXX)
Troll: yr mom dint vax you agin chickenpox because she loved you! (drool derp buh wut?)
Me: (kinda steely eyed) By the time the chicken pox vaccine was in release, my chicken pox was five or six years in the past.

Why yes I still struggle with hiding my contempt for the anti-vaxx (vax? Is there a grammar here?) crowd; what wss your first clue?

If I am asexual because I haven't had the right sex with the right person, then:

1. How many times must I attempt sex before receiving my valid Certificate of Asexuality,

And

2. How soon before enough sexual encounters occur will I be labeled a tramp?

TL;DR: don't tell people their preferences, kids.

Note: when Best Buy says "for best experience, please bring..." they mean "for any experience other than gtfo."
( My sad tale of woeCollapse )

tl;dr version: the difference between a human being and a machine providing customer service is the emotional heavy lifting. Yup, everything under the cut epitomizes a love child of First World problems and my own inability to plan ahead. I still get better customer service from amazon.com, and I've spoken to a human there twice in 10 years. Yes, it sucks when customers are lusers (ok, that's tech support wtfever,) but fact remains that the less emotional heavy lifting brick and mortar employees are ready to do, the more motivation I have to bend my life around phone menus, websites and vending machines.

Also, the Lenovo Ideapad 110s is pretty good for the price. Kind of one thing at a time, though.

I plan on apple cinnamon later.

Second, is object permanence a thing with cats?

I'm sitting in the chair with Rodney in the prime lap spot, flicking his tail like the smug, 300 pound tiger he is in his head. Sammi is glaring balefully from the floor.

I'm chilly because there's a blizzard going on three or four States north of here and flick the afghan up over my lap and coincidentally over Rodney, who thinks this is Best.

Sammi's little glower parts like the clouds letting in the sun because my lap, while lumpy, is now free and clear, and jumps up with a whole and happy heart...

...straight onto the cat having an "under the bedsheets" moment.

In other news, pls send bandaids.

That the current President's chickens are coming home to roost.

c.f. Steele's dossier, slow but steady corroboration thereof.

What is it men think goes on in the women's room? We're kinda busy performing maintenance on our illusion of beauty and if we're not actively discussing topics of no interest to men,we're probably talking about what jackasses men are.

Pretending to be a transwoman to sneak into a bathroom is not quite the entertainment some men seem to think.

"Unless you are in front of a transgender human being while experiencing a reciprocated desire to get busy, what's under their clothes and what they get up to with it is none of your business. These are things that are inappropriate areas of idle speculation for any other group,and that should be true of every group."

How's that?

MY UNDERWEAR MATCHES, repeat, WE HAVE MATCHING UNDERTHINGS

Inner Critic: But it's all beige polyester...

SHUT UP IT MITCHES, BATCHES

US Attorney General Sessions has recused himself from investigations into the Trump- Russia connection. Apparently, that's too much of a distraction from gutting the Civil Rights Act.

Russian diplomatic corps: (sigh) someone get me the "ambassador is not a spy" script from the Cold War?

Putin: it's here in my pocket.

They're running a call center where people log into their phone AND sign a sheet with their times in and out.

AT&T IS LAUGHING

If I'm not doing Lent,am i allowed to do Mardi Gras?

Congress may now proceed with the impeachment.

EeeMOHyoumints

You've arrived alive and on time and dressed for the occasion but your nail polish is chipped all to hell.

Royal blue, reads "Founding Member, Est. 2016, Nasty Woman Society, They call us nasty because, they fear our strength," which I am wearing in part because RAWR and also ironically because 55 yo woman wearing apparel that implies woman didn't stick up for themselves until 2016.

So far, compliment in public, which is a lot better than I expected in Georgia, even though Hillary swept Cobb County.

I say sort of because I have a very old school definition of employment that includes stodgy things like permanency (sp?) and retirement plans and prospects for advancement, most of which I'll need to let go in order to be a successful free range English teacher.

That said, I start Tuesday on a temporary assignment at an inbound call center for people on disability.

Yay! Money coming in that is not coming out of my nest egg!

In other news, I wasn't gone from the premises to celebrate nearly long enough to justify the level of feline hysteria that ensued upon my return.

I'm getting really tired of social media posts about what a walking dumpster fire disaster of a human being Donald Trump is. Wasn't that clear throughout his campaign?

(Make sure you read that subject line with the appropriate breathlessness)

So I just read my second or third prepper blog about whether Donald Trump's election means no one has to prep anymore because O happy day, all is right with the world!

These people ain't right in the head.

1. Natural disasters could not possibly care less about the political affiliation of the ass warming the chair.

2. The actual most likely emergency for which to prepare turns out to be job loss, which can happen to anyone in any political climate.

3. Most of the civil unrest I've heard about recently stems from some cops being hair triggered, chickenshit, racist assholes and our current national leadership seems determined to put out that fire with gasoline.

4. Economic collapse has never seemed more likely than when a President seems hellbent on applying tariffs to goods we no longer manufacture here among many, many other...no, wait. It's mainly that one conflict of interest :coff:Russianloans:coff: that has me worried.

I did the low key prepper thing all through Obama's administration, which was theoretically my O happy day (and actually was.) The difference in my prepping now? Writing it down. I've got gear and shit all over the damned place that needs organizing and recording liek woah.

While I suspect that most of these blogs encouraging people to continue prepping are monetized through ads and affiliate links and are feeling the pinch due to traffic loss, they're not wrong about the need to continue preparing for...wait for it...the unexpected, which happens....again...unexpectedly.

No, I couldn't stop myself. :-)

...you suddenly realize you forgot to unfollow @POTUS on Twitter AND the first tweet contains a spelling error.

Boycat: (emits a squeak)
Me: Kitties...
Girlcat: Not that anything happened, but I have no idea what you're talking about.

FitBit main step goal: 10,000/day
FitBit sub step goal: 250/hour
Maximum times FitBit will prompt for sub goal: 14

So, 10k steps is roughly 715/hour, but I can witness AND testify that it's better to frontload because I for one am not feeling it the last few hours of the day.

If I managed 6750 steps the first hour of 14, I'd then be on the hook for only the 250/hour for the rest of the day, which is totally doable.

Right knee: (cries)

Apparently, 6750 in one hour is not totally doable.

Five laps of my porch=750 steps, which I tried every hour yesterday, (see witness & testification above.) One lap of my street route = +/- 625 steps, is slightly less boring and has the added bonus of making my FitBit think I've been up three or four flights of stairs because hill.

So, if I could work up to either 9x5 laps of the porch or 10 laps on the street first thing in the morning, I might be able to squeeze a job into my FitBit goals!

Because even though everything I'm making today is meatless, every time a recipe calls for sweating aromatics in two or three teaspoons of olive oil, I use three to five slices of bacon instead.

Edited to add: pretty suremy way tastes better